Note from Piper: There is killing and violence in this chapter, more than there was in the last.
Even though it was well after the sun had set, the air felt hot and oppressive, a sticky miasma that soaked through my clothes and brought beads of sweat up on forehead. I shouldn’t have been surprised – it was August, after all – but for some strange reason I still felt put out. I shifted my shotgun to my left hand as I tried to scratch at the tiny trickle of sweat that tickled down my side underneath the black tee-shirt that hung on me like a tent and regarded each of the girls in turn. Paisley looked scared, unsure, and generally skittish as she sat in the back seat of the Hummer, her bare legs folded beneath her tiny backside and Mr. Pibb clutched in her arms as she stared at me with wide, glittering eyes. Meg looked hard and determined as she returned my gaze, with her long, wavy hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and her pale flesh clad in ill-fitting camouflage pants, her camouflage jacket, and a pair of tiny boots, the long hunting rifle slung over her shoulder looking grossly oversized compared to her tiny form as she stared back at me. And Lam… “I really don’t like this,” I told the Asian girl for what felt like the umpteen billionth time.
“I know you do not, Master,” she replied in an even, patient tone as she stood tall and proud – well, as tall as a tiny little pre-teen girl could stand – and met my uncertain gaze with a neutral one of her own. “But you cannot do it all by yourself. I have to accompany you.”
“I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” I shot back, working to keep my voice low.
“I will be careful,” Lam said matter-of-factly. “Nothing will happen if we both take care.”
“Mike, it’s a losing battle,” the Marine interjected as her mouth quirked up in wry amusement. She shifted slightly and reseated the strap of her weapon, flicking her ponytail behind her head and sliding her glance from me to the doctor. “Besides, something tells me that she’s actually done this before.”
I shifted my gaze from her back to the Asian girl, and a part of me had to agree. Somewhere, somehow, Lam had managed to score a pair of dark pajamas that looked black in the gloom of the night, and she too had gathered her long silky hair into a ponytail behind her head. In her hands she grasped one of our small pistols, and her normally inscrutable face held the barest hint of fierce determination. All she needed was a pair of sandals instead of black tennis shoes and a conical bamboo hat, and I could easily see her fighting American soldiers in a rice paddy. “You’re probably right,” I commented to the redhead as the doctor blushed under my examination.
“I am an American citizen,” Lam stammered lamely as Meg snickered.
“What’s so funny?” Paisley asked, her worried gaze instantly morphing to confusion.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” I said kindly as I patted her sweaty knee. “I’ll tell you later.” I took a step back and sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I looked up. The sky above was brilliantly lit, with what seemed like an infinite number of wash of stars twinkling in the superheated air of the night. For some reason I almost wanted to stop, to do nothing more than to stare up at the night and count the pin-pricks of light that had been washed out by the glare of civilization, back when there was a civilization to drown out the night sky. But without power, with no light to wash them out… “Okay, we all know what we’ve got to do,” I finally declared as I tore my attention back to the here-and-now. “Meg…”
“I’ll keep a watch out for you,” she replied. She padded in the direction of the ramshackle wall next to the stream, the remnants of some centuries-old building that had the feel of laying abandoned until we had incorporated it into our plans. It didn’t look as though it would stand up to a stiff breeze but Meg had pronounced it safe – and more importantly, from its crumbling top she would have a mostly clear view of the small gated community a quarter mile away. “Kid, get small and keep quiet,” she tossed over her shoulder as she moved.
“Uh huh.” Paisley nodded and then gently pulled the door to the Hummer shut, and instantly the clearing was plunged into darkness as the dome light cut out.
I leaned forward and gently pressed my body weight against the still-warm metal, pushing until I heard the dull clack of the latch catching. The little pigtailed brunette pressed her palm against the closed window, I matched her silent goodbye, and then the Hummer bounced just the slightest as she shifted position and vanished into the darkness. One last deep breath and exhalation to screw up my courage, and then I turned my attention back to Lam. Because of her dark clothes the little girl was barely visible in the starlight, but I could seemingly tell just how determined she was based on the energy coming off her body. “Ready?” I asked simply.
“Yes, Master,” she replied in a tiny, quiet voice.
“At least one of us is,” I grumped in a barely audible voice, and was surprised to catch a flash of Lam’s brilliant white teeth in front of me. Without another word we slowly, quietly crept through the underbrush towards our target… and more importantly, to our missing girls.
We had spent the remainder of the evening in deep, serious conversation about our planned expedition. Well, to be more accurate Lam, Meg and I discussed it – Paisley was merely content to hang out with the rest of us, frowning in a serious way as she nodded and tried very hard to look like she knew what we were talking about when it was fairly obvious that she had no idea. The Colonel provided a roughly-sketched map of what she had observed, and then she and I spent well over an hour formulating a plan of attack. Once that was done, Lam joined the conversation and we figured out what exactly we should take with us, what we should leave behind, and how exactly we would manage a one hundred-plus mile journey without trouble. Meg did raise an important point when Paisley had tottered off to the bathroom to ‘tinkle’ – how to handle the innocent little brunette. “We shouldn’t take her along,” the Marine opined in a low, quiet voice.
“We cannot leave her here,” Lam replied. “I do not believe that she has the mental development to actually survive on her own.”
“She’s never actually faced what’s out there,” Meg shot back.
“That’s on us,” I interjected. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, scowling slightly at the problem the little girl posed. “We’ve been hiding her away from anything bad. She has no idea…”
“If she stays here alone, she might die,” Lam pointed out.
“If she goes with us, she might get eaten,” Meg muttered darkly. “Or shot, or stabbed, or gangbanged or a fucking meteor might fall on her head or a god damn plague of locusts, or any one of a billion ways to die.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. I heard the flush of the toilet and pitched my voice low, leaning in close to the two girls and talking fast. “Okay, we all agree that there’s no good answer. She’s gotta come with us Meg, and we’ll just have to make damn sure nothing happens to her.” I could see that neither one of them liked it, but the look in their eyes told me that they realized we didn’t really have any better options.
“Whatchya talkin’ about?” Paisley chirped as she padded back into the bedroom, her bare feet soundless on the carpet and an old dress shirt fluttering around her thighs.
“We’re talkin’ about the best way to get you knocked up, ya little slut,” Meg lied with a beaming smile as she teased the brunette.
Paisley scowled, looking all the world like an angry little kitten as she hopped up onto the mattress with us. “’M not a slut!” she insisted. “I just like doin’ naked mommy ‘n daddy stuff with Mister Mikey!”
“We all do,” Lam intoned seriously.
“Some more than others,” Meg snickered as she tapped a finger against the Asian girl’s still-flat belly and grinned a truly wicked smile. For her part Lam didn’t reply, and merely blushed deeply as she looked away and tried to hide her tiny smile of satisfaction over her pending state while Paisley continued her insistence that she was a good girl.
We turned our attention back to planning, and after another half-hour or so decided that we had done all that we could. I ordered everyone to get some sleep as we had a big day tomorrow – and was not at all surprised when all three of them elected to sleep with me. It was both strange and comforting at the same time… Paisley dropped off almost immediately, curled against my side as she snuggled into my chest with a tiny sigh of contentment. Lam curled up on my other side, her body warm and her scent sweet as she too rested her head on my chest. Meg was content to spoon Lam, and before I knew it my ears were filled with tiny breaths and the occasional wheezing snort from the Colonel. It was nice – so nice that I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep as well.
I awoke feeling good. It was pretty apparent that I had made great healing strides through the dark of the night, and while I might not have been up to one hundred percent it was clear that I was well on my way to a full recovery. Of course, it might have been the three delightfully horny little girls paying attention to me… my first conscious thoughts were of a pair of lips against mine and two tiny little tongues hard at work on my raging erection. Paisley got the first ride of the day, bearing down on my throbbing cock with whimpers of agonized ecstasy as her straining pre-teen pussy took all of me inside of her while Meg used her mouth to get Lam ready. One gasping, adorable little-girl orgasm later, the doctor then took her turn while the Marine took advantage of Paisley’s free mouth to prime her own hairless pre-teen slit. Lam came, and then Meg took a turn – and in just a few minutes she too was a twitching, orgasmic mess. That just left me, but the girls already had a plan… and let me tell you, six tiny hands and three pairs of lips made quick work of my lusts, and with a growling groan of satisfaction I practically fountained a gallon of spunk onto my own belly. After that it was just a matter of enjoying the luxurious post-sex afterglow while the trio lapped up my issue, watching through slitted eyes at the tiny pre-teen girls almost shuddering with pleasure as they sucked up the sticky seed. It was incredibly messy and more than a little nasty – but nobody complained.
After a short breakfast we then threw ourselves into our preparations. While the girls started gathering the supplies we would need for our journey I took several sets of keys down to the parking lot, determined to find just the right vehicle for our trip. We had decided that the Hummer might not be the best vehicle to ‘sneak around’ in, if for no other reason than Abby would recognize it in a heartbeat. After a few minutes of matching keys to locks I managed to settle on a large, relatively new black Hummer H3 that seemed to fit the bill. The tank was mostly full, the controls were pretty much the same, but best of all was the space – behind the second seat there was nothing but storage. I started the ponderous beast and maneuvered it to the front door, and then went back up to help the girls.
Lam and Paisley were working together to gather clothes, foodstuffs, bottles of water and medical supplies, so I sat down with Meg and tried to help her fix our firepower. It turned out that Abby had sabotaged our weapons – while we had been distracted, she had managed to remove the firing pins on our pistols and to do something to the trigger assembly of my shotgun, all easy fixes once Meg figured out what had happened. “Smart,” the Marine muttered as she worked to reassemble the tiny pistol that she had originally been carrying when we first met, what felt like a million years ago.
“What’s smart?” I asked almost absentmindedly as I sorted ammunition.
“The way that cunt sabotaged the guns,” she replied. “Bad enough that we couldn’t use ‘em in a crisis, but not so bad that they couldn’t be fixed if she needed one. And subtle enough so that we wouldn’t realize what had been done to ‘em unless we were looking, or pulled the trigger.”
Twenty shotgun shells… Two fifty-round boxes of .38 ammunition… Six full clips of nine millimeter… “She planned this out… They planned this out,” I corrected myself. “We weren’t expecting it, and because of that Abby was able to do what she needed to do.” I sighed and sat back in my chair, slouching slightly and secretly pleased that only the faintest twinge of discomfort came from my rapidly-healing stomach wound. “She was so deep in with us that she had everything that she needed. I just…”
The redhead noticed when I trailed off, and fixed me with a quizzical expression. “Just what?” she asked.
“I just wonder what exactly she was after. I just wonder why she did what she did.” I slouched a bit lower as I frowned, and then sat up straight and returned my attention back to the rather limited ammunition before me, almost willing the numbers to magically increase through sheer force of will. “Why now?” I mused absently as I swept most of the shotgun shells into a black fanny pack and zipped it closed.
“What?” Meg asked as her attention remained focused on the half-assembled pistol before her.
“Why did she wait so long? Why did they wait so long?” I placed the fanny pack next to my shotgun, slouched back down in my chair, and gnawed at my lower lip as I half-scowled. “We’ve been here over a month, and she had plenty of opportunities to let the others in. Hell,” I added as I sat up, grasped the shotgun, and started feeding the remaining shells into the chamber. “She had a ton of opportunities to betray us when we were out. You ‘n me spent most of last week on the road looking for a hospital, and we were easy pickings when we were all sick…”
“Yeah.” Meg finished reassembling the pistol and put her tiny screwdriver down. She racked the slide, aimed at a lamp next to the television, and pulled the trigger – and the pistol CLACKED! loudly as the hammer fell on the empty chamber. With a grunt of satisfaction the Marine picked up one full clip and slid it into the grip. “As near as I can figure, she was waiting for her people to get in place. I mean, this was a planned thing, not spur of the moment.”
“I get that, but… Why do it at all?” I sighed as I finished loading the shotgun, racked the slide to put one in the chamber, and made sure the safety was on. “Grabbing Lam I can get,” I explained as I pitched my voice lower and glanced down the hallway towards the bedroom to ensure we didn’t have any eavesdroppers. “Now, with everything, a doctor is pretty important, it can mean the difference between life and death. But why grab Lil? I mean, think about it… They could have just shot her, or ignored her, or anything. But they grabbed her and Lam, and when it all went down and their plan went to shit they kept Lil and grabbed Rachel instead of Lam. It doesn’t make sense!”
“I…” Meg’s mouth hung open as her words died in her throat, and I could see the wheels in her mind turning as my logic sank in. “Yeah. Okay, yeah. I get grabbing Doc, but I agree that the rest don’t make sense. Why Lil? And why Hot Pants?”
“Do you think that maybe Lil was hiding stuff from us too?” I asked, hoping beyond hope that I was wrong. “She was the President… is the President… She probably learned a whole lot of secret stuff, maybe, between when this whole mess started and when we ran out of Washington. Could that be it?”
“That… That…” Meg scowled and thought hard, and for a moment the adorable little redhead was gone as the hard-ass Marine officer made a return. “That… The President…” Abruptly she shoved back from the table, hopped from her chair, and padded towards the bedroom. “That can’t be it,” she muttered.
“What?” I stood and followed, wondering what she was thinking. Meg darted into Lesbian Country, strode to the bed, and dropped to her knees. As I watched she shoved her arm under the mattress all the way to the shoulder and groped for something, muttering darkly inaudible words as she tried to find something. “Need help?” I asked as I stood behind her.
“Naw. I… Got it!” She pulled her arm out and waved her hand triumphantly as she stood – or, to be more accurate, waved a sealed baggie that had a manila folder, some stapled pages, and a small black notebook. “They might have been after these,” she explained as she hopped up on the bed. “After all, they grabbed Lil and the case. If they were just after pussy, why take the case?”
“The case? What case? Okay, now I’m totally lost,” I replied as I joined her on the bed.
“Okay… Okay,” she said. “Remember when we were at the White House, ‘n everything was going to shit?”
“I try not to,” I admitted as a frown of distaste crossed my face.
“The chopper had crashed, ‘n the Feral were coming out of the woodwork,” she continued. “We were running, and we turned a corner and there were those three girls in the hall. One of them slapped a handcuff onto Lil’s wrist that was attached to a briefcase, ‘n said ‘you got the ball.’ Remember?”
“I… yes, vaguely.” I wracked my brain, trying to remember the chaos. “Then we went through that door and down the stairs.”
“Right.” Meg took a deep breath, and I suddenly became aware of how tightly she was gripping the baggie. “Well, that case was important. More important than Lil herself, to the right people, ‘cause of what it was.” She took a deep breath, exhaled loudly through pursed lips, and raised her gaze to me. “The case was the nuclear football.”
I’ll admit it, for a moment I didn’t realize what she was talking about… until a years-old memory of a lonely, boring Saturday night, a delivered pizza, and a History Channel documentary slammed back into my brain. “I… Holy shit,” I mumbled as I dropped my gaze to the baggie, my eyes wide.
“Yeah.” The Marine’s words came fast and furious, a non-stop jumble as she rushed towards the end of her explanation. “It took a bit of work to get it off her wrist… Well, not really, I mean, we’re all so fucking tiny now it just kinda slid off. But Lil got it off and stashed it in the back of the Hummer when we were running, and we just kinda snuck it in with us when we moved into the Towers here, ‘n a few weeks ago we talked about it and decided that just having it sitting around in the living room would be a bad idea ‘n she didn’t know what to do with the fucking thing so she asked me to hide it and I thought that if people were looking for the thing but they wouldn’t know if the stuff inside was the same unless they opened it up so I opened it up and stashed the codes ‘n instructions under the mattress and just kinda stuck the case in the corner…”
“Wait… Wait…” I placed my hand on hers in an effort to stop her verbal headlong rush, and Meg’s mouth snapped shut with a verbal clack of teeth. “The…” I swallowed and thought hard, trying to dredge up the information from the documentary I was only half-paying attention to at the time. “If… I thought that the codes are pretty much useless unless… I mean, there’s no military command left, nobody for Lil to order to launch missiles,” I finally managed to choke out. “If I’m remembering right…”
“Well, kinda,” she replied. “Normally that is the procedure – Lil would call the military, ‘n we’d fire the fuckers. But there’s an emergency system in place that can launch them from remote control, in case the command bunker gets nuked or somethin’ like that. Back at the White House, before…” She trailed off, swallowed as she paled just a bit, and then soldiered on. “We had a couple of meetings back before, while you ‘n Hot Pants were hanging out upstairs, and the conclusion was that the system should go on automatic ‘cause nobody in the bunkers was pickin’ up the phone…”
“You mean that, with this stuff, we could just, like, fire up a computer and…” Instead of finishing my question I mimed a huge explosion with my hands while making a rumbling noise with my mouth.
For her part Meg just smiled. “Not quite. The internet’s down, remember? But, if we could get to a secure base, and if we could find a comm system that was still up ‘n running, and if we got lucky and could connect to a bunker, and if we typed in the right coordinates to target the things, and if there wasn’t a technical problem in the silos…”
“So why grab Lil?” I finally asked. “If anyone could do it, then why didn’t they just grab the case and run on out?”
“’Cause it’s not that simple,” the Marine replied. She tapped a small plastic envelope in the baggie as she continued. “There’s a card in here with about twenty ten-digit numbers on it, and only one of them is the right code. Enter the wrong one, and the system locks you out, and you gotta reset everything from a computer buried under Cheyenne Mountain. I think. I wasn’t paying too much attention when they were talking about it. And…”
“And only Lil knew which one was right,” I finished for her.
“Right.”
Meg fell silent and stared down at the packet in her lap, her fingers sliding across the slick plastic as she worried her lower lip. I myself chewed the inside of my cheek, lost in my own reverie for almost half a minute until I noticed her tension. “What’s wrong?” I asked quietly.
“I think… I made things worse,” she said in a quiet, pain-filled voice. “For Lil,” she added as she looked up at me, her eyes shiny and gleaming…
Holy fuck, is she gonna CRY?!? “Uhm, I’m sure you didn’t,” I stammered lamely as I placed a gentle, hopefully calming hand on her knee. “Why do you think that?”
“I thought I was being cute,” she explained in a miserable tone. “I yanked the stuff out of the case and stashed it under the mattress, so it was safe. But they grabbed the case, meanin’ that they didn’t know that the codes weren’t inside, ‘n they’re probably gonna be pissed when they finally open it, and they’re probably gonna take it out on her…”
“What’s in the case?” Meg actually blushed and peered down at her lap, mumbling a reply that I could barely register as sound, let alone words. “Meg?” I repeated a bit more forcefully as I reached over and lifted her chin with a pair of fingers, turning her bright red face back towards mine. “What did you put in the case after you pulled out the codes?”
“Used… panties,” she finally choked out.
I’ll admit it… I stared at her in shock for what felt like an eternity before her words finally sank into my brain. “Used… panties,” I managed to stammer. Unaccountably I felt a laugh welling up inside of me, and it was all I could do not to break down. “So, at the order of the President…” I began.
“Yeah,” Meg replied as the corners of her mouth twitched.
“… you opened an official government briefcase, maybe the most important one in the world…”
“Uh-huh.”
“… and removed the instructions and keys to fire off about a billion megatons of nuclear missiles…”
“Right.”
“… and replaced them with your dirty, unwashed panties?!?”
“Well, not just mine,” she quickly interjected. “There’s some of Lil’s ‘n Lam’s in there too.”
I tried, Lord how I tried… but as I stared at the little girl I could feel the hysteria welling up inside of me. Meg tried to keep a straight face as well, but one corner of her mouth twitched once, then again, and then she choked, and then I choked, and then we were laughing loud, riotous gusts of laughter. I tried to get myself under control but the idea was just too ludicrous – and Meg was laughing so hard that her face turned an alarming shade of red. “Dirty panties?” I finally managed to gasp.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she finally admitted as she dabbed tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Hey, waste not, want not,” I replied. “It sure beats having to do laundry.”
“Lil did it, you know.” Meg fell silent as both of our humor vanished in an instant, and she looked down at the packet in her lap, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned white. “She did all the crap jobs around here that nobody wanted to do, nobody thought to do. Doing the dishes, vacuuming and sweeping, laundry, even picking up after the damn dog. Nobody had to ask her to do it, she just did it. She would make up chore lists for everyone, and then she would ignore them and do everything herself.” The redhead barked another soft laugh, although this one was filled with sour bitterness. “She was a total nympho too, absolutely nasty in bed. And even though she loved you, she loved the idea of you fucking the others as much as you fucked her. She was weird that way.” The Marine sighed and almost seemed to sag. “And I couldn’t save her,” she added softly.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I said gently. “We were all suckered, all blindsided. We had no way of knowing what Abby was up to, or what was going to happen.”
“It still doesn’t make it better. I should have known!” The Marine almost growled as she threw the baggie of documents across the room, where it hit the wall and slid down to the carpet. “I had one job, one fucking job to do, and I couldn’t even do that! The President’s safety should have come first…”
“Hey!” My sharp interruption caused her to snap her mouth shut with a loud clack of teeth. “It’s… not… your… fault!” I punctuated each word with a light, gentle tap of my finger against her chest, each poke designed to subconsciously drive my statement home. “You’re not to blame that Abby suckered everyone, that she worked to gain our trust with the intention of betraying us. She played on our kindness, on our needs, on us. Fuck, remember that she was the one who first slept with you back after Washington!”
“I remember,” the redhead mumbled quietly.
“Well, she slept with everyone – except for Rachel, ‘n probably Paisley, that is. She knew just what to give us in order to have us drop our guard around her, and was willing to tell us whatever we wanted to hear in order to trick us. She played on my protective nature, she played on your loneliness…”
“’M not lonely,” Meg whispered.
“Hey.” I raised her face to mine once more and tried to ignore the tears flowing down her cheeks. Some girls can maintain their cute adorableness even when crying – and the redhead was definitely not one of them. Her pale, freckled face had turned blotchy, her nose sniffed wetly, and her edges of her red-rimmed eyes had a bit of a wet, slimy look. “Meg… Colonel… I know the truth, I figured it out,” I continued. “Remember, I was there when you caught Lam and me in bed, way back in that motel in Virginia. You were all freaked out because you thought I was stealing her away from you.”
“I overreacted,” she mumbled.
“No, you did it because you’re a United States fucking Marine, and you’re a lesbian… were a lesbian… whatever,” I bulled on with a dismissive wave of my hand. “You were closeted, and even though Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed you were still in the closet. So when all this happened, you hooked up with Lam. How long had it been since you had a relationship? Not just sex,” I quickly interjected, cutting her off as she drew breath to answer. “I’m talking about a deep, emotional relationship-type thing. How long?” Meg didn’t answer, you I kept going. “My guess, probably years, maybe even decades. But with Lam, with all this, you didn’t have to hide anymore, and you could maybe get something that was as just emotional as physical.”
“I didn’t have to hide,” she agreed.
“Nope. And then you caught me ‘n her doing ‘nasty breeder stuff’ and you saw that all vanish. And don’t lie to me, a big part of the problems you’ve been having with me is that I seem to have the emotional connection and the sex, while you’re just getting the sex. The stuff with Lam, and Rachel, and even Lil were all just sex, but Abby was hinting at something deeper. Am I right?” She didn’t answer, so I leaned closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Am I right?” I repeated.
“You’re…” Meg took a deep, shuddering breath, and seemed to almost wilt under my touch as she sagged even further. “You’re right,” she admitted in a tiny voice. “I just wanted… All I wanted was…”
“I know. But that’s not your fault. None of what happened is. You got played, just like me.” I gave a bitter, ironic laugh of my own. “She played on my protective feelings for all of you, played up her little girl stuff…”
“And she gave up dat ass of hers for a nice hard reaming from Mikey the super-stud,” the redhead interjected with a tiny, half-concealed smile.
I had to smile a bit myself at her observation. “Yeah, there’s that. But I had fallen into the big, strong he-man protector way of thinking, and she knew exactly what buttons to push to make sure that I never suspected her. She was way good at that. She played us all. So,” I continued as I slid my arm around her shoulders and hugged the little girl to my chest, “it’s not your fault, not yours alone. We were all to blame. So stop beating yourself up about it.”
“I’ll try,” she mumbled into my chest. I could feel wetness against my chest as her tears soaked into the cotton of my tee, and I was struck by just how small and helpless she seemed at the moment. “So what do I… what do we do now?”
“Why don’ you marry Mister Mikey?” a tiny voice blurted up from the door. Both Meg and I looked up to see tiny little Paisley standing in the doorway, looking tiny and unsure as she peered at us on the bed. “Sorry,” she apologized, looking abashed at getting caught eavesdropping, “but I heard a thump ‘n I wanted to see what happened…”
“It’s okay, sweetie,” I said easily. “Meg and I were just talking.”
The pigtailed brunette nodded. “I know. ‘M sorry, but I was listening. But,” she added as she padded into Lesbian Country on bare feet and clambered up onto the bed, “if Meg wants to be in love ‘n junk like that, why doesn’t she just marry you?”
“It doesn’t quite work that way, sweetheart,” I replied lamely. How the hell do I explain the difference between lesbians and straights? I wondered to myself.
“Why not?”
“Yeah, Mike,” Meg echoed. I glanced down into her tear-streaked face and saw her smiling, with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Why not?”
“Hush, you,” I grinned back as I gave her a tiny little pinch. “Sweetie,” I added as I turned my attention back to Paisley, “Meg likes girls. You know that, right?”
“But she’s doin’ sex stuff with you!” the brunette insisted.
“Right, she is. But that’s just sex,” I explained. “Y’see, there’s just sex, and then there’s… There is…” I frowned and turned back to the Marine. “How do I explain a lesbian emotional connection?” I asked.
“It’s just love,” she replied.
“I get that,” Paisley said in an exasperated voice, almost as if she couldn’t understand why we were making things so complicated. “But don’t you love Mister Mikey?”
“Yeah,” I smirked a bit to the redhead. “Don’t you love what I do to you?”
“There’s a difference,” Meg shot back with a small smile that was tinged with just the faintest blush. She gave me one last squeeze (and surreptitiously wiped both her teary eyes and snotty nose on my tee, although I made it a point to ignore her rather unhygienic move) and hopped off the bed, padding across the carpet to retrieve the packet of documents. “Ah, don’t worry about it,” she tossed over her shoulder as she squatted, “I’ll just marry you, kiddo.”
“Nuh-uh,” the little girl insisted with an almost violent shake of her head. “We can’t, ‘cause I’m gonna marry Mister Mikey.”
“Wait, what?” I’m not proud of the fact that my voice shot up about ten octaves as I whipped my gaze around to face the brunette, but her determined statement actually threw me for a loop.
“I’m gonna be a mommy someday,” Paisley explained, “jus’ like Lam ‘n Lilly. But that means I gotta get married, so I don’ have a bastard. So I’m gonna marry Mister Mikey, ‘n he’ll be my husband, ‘n I’ll be his wife, ‘n we’ll be together.”
“But…” I swallowed heavily as my heart thudded in my chest, trying to force my brain back into thinking mode as her words sunk in. “But what about Lam and Lilly? They’re going to be mommies too.”
“Oh, well, that’s okay,” the little girl explained. “They can marry you too. But I can’ marry Meg, ‘cause I’m gonna be married to you. But you’re the daddy, so you can marry everybody.”
“Uh… a little help here?” I asked Meg, desperately hoping that the Marine could make sense out of Paisley’s twisted, Depression-era polygamic logic.
“Hey, yer doin’ just fine on your own, ‘Daddy,’” the Marine replied, grinning widely at my discomfort and confusion as she squatted and reached for the packet. “I don’t wanna get in the way of true love here.”
“Keep it up,” I mock-threatened with a scowl, “and I’ll make you marry me too!”
“Oh, she’s gonna hafta marry you, Mister Mikey,” Paisley added in a solemn tone.
Now it was Meg’s turn to look shocked and confused. “Wait, what?!?” she almost screeched in a falsetto version of me as she shot back to her feet and spun to face us.
“You’re doin’ sex stuff with Mister Mikey,” Paisley explained as she wriggled across the mattress to press up against me, “’n that means you’re gonna be a mommy too. So, to make sure everyone has a mommy and daddy, you’re gonna have to be Mister Mikey’s wife. You’re gonna have to marry him.”
“Yeah,” I added as I grinned widely, “it’s only right, since we’re doing stuff to make you a mommy.”
“Oh, I don’t fucking think so,” Meg shot back.
If I didn’t know her, didn’t know how innocent she actually was, I might have been concerned… but I held my tongue as Paisley’s brow furrowed into a glower as she glared at the Marine. “You’re gonna marry Mister Mikey,” she commanded, “jus’ like me ‘n Lam ‘n Lilly. ‘N probly Rachel too. We’ll all be mommies, ‘n he’ll be the daddy, so we haveta be wives ‘n he’ll be the husband,” she concluded, her tone making it clear that she would brook absolutely no debate on the matter.
“I am not…” the Marine began.
“Don’ you love Mister Mike?” Paisley asked pointedly. Meg didn’t answer but shifted her gaze back to me – and my jaw almost hit the floor as, instead of vociferously denying it, the redhead instead blushed and looked away. Holy fuck, she LOVES me! the confused animal part of my brain screeched, and mentally I tore up the crib sheet detailing my connections to all the girls as this new piece of information threw everything into chaos once more. “I’fn you’re doin’ sex stuff with him, then you love him, ‘n if you love him you gotta marry him,” the brunette continued. “It’s the way mommies and daddies live.”
“What are we talking about in here?” Lam’s voice came from the doorway as well, and I could have sworn there was a mischievous glint in her eye as she padded into the room.
“I’m just tellin’ Meg how she’s gotta marry Mister Mikey if’n they keep doin’ sex stuff,” Paisley replied.
“Ah, of course. Well, Colonel?” she asked as she hopped onto the bed, her voice practically dripping with amused delight. “Are you going to become Michael’s husband, just as Paisley and myself will be?”
“Wait, what?!?” If possible my voice shot up even higher than before, and I stared at the doctor with shock. “You’ve also decided that we’re getting married too?!?”
“Of course, Master,” the Asian girl replied. “That is, as soon as you propose properly. And present me with a decent engagement ring. That will probably necessitate a trip to the mall, though you have already proven that it is not as great a threat to you as it is to us.”
“Are we gonna have dresses ‘n everything?” Paisley asked excitedly. “I want a pretty one!”
“We could probably arrange that,” the Asian girl said with a smile.
As Paisley and Lam began a vague discussion of wedding plans, I stared at Meg in shock. As for her, I could tell that there was a war going on inside of her head. Part of her wanted to express nothing but amusement at my plight… but another part of her was terrified that she would be forced to succumb to peer pressure and marry me as well. And I could also tell that, while the thought terrified her, there was a part of her that just might welcome the idea.
I swear, I was never more happy that we had a multi-hundred mile trek through the Feral-infested countryside ahead of us, if for no other reason that it tabled the current, very uncomfortable discussion.
For the moment, my brain sourly groused.
After all our preparations we finally hit the road around mid-morning. I had originally argued that we should merely haul-ass directly to Princeton and storm the gated neighborhood guns-blazing to rescue Rachel and Lilly as quickly as possible, but Meg had made a persuasive argument against that idea. “If I were them,” she pointed out, “I’d have someone watching the main road for anyone, mainly us. If we hit the town from another direction – say, by cutting through Pennsylvania and sneaking in from the north – we might be able to take them by surprise.” I didn’t like it, especially the fact that it would take us almost an additional half-day to reach our destination, but I had to admit that her suggestion did make decent tactical sense. And so, instead of heading east to skirt Baltimore and head up through New Jersey, we instead took US-15 up into the Keystone State.
It took us the rest of the day to make our way deep into Lancaster County (evidently a wonderful tourist spot filled with quaint farmer’s markets and villages filled with antiques, if the billboards every few miles were to be believed) primarily because of the condition of the twisting, curving, tree-lined roads. Being so far away from population centers the two-lane ‘highway’ was mostly clear, but there were still more than a few occasions in which we had to carefully maneuver the Hummer around an overturned semi or an abandoned car. Once, just outside of a tiny place called Emmitsburg, we were forced to squeeze past a truly massive combine that had somehow come to rest across the entirety of the road, and I winced as the large reel at the front took a couple of layers of paint off of the passenger door. If I had to guess I’d have to say we were only travelling at about thirty miles per hour at best… and I’m sure my impatience made it seem much, much slower.
The other thing that slowed us down was the frequent stops to satisfy our urges. I’m not sure if it was a sign of our continuing change or if it was the tension of our upcoming mission, but every few hours we would have to find some out-of-the-way place to pull over. Logistically they weren’t exactly the most romantic of encounters… Two of the girls would play nasty little lesbian games in the back seat that involved mouths and pussies and fingers while the third would impale herself on my throbbing prick. Within seconds the cabin of the SUV would be filled with moans and gasps and pants of lust, and the sheer reek of little-girl pussy filled my nostrils. Each one had their turn with me, each one would get another hot, sticky load of Mike-stuff into their pre-teen pussy, and then we would only have a few minutes to bask in the afterglow before we hit the road once more. One time we did linger for almost fifteen minutes, combining a session in which I nailed my ‘fiancé’ while Lam and Meg revisited some preferred positions with a late afternoon dinner on a hilltop overlooking what had once been a well-maintained field. Let me tell you, if it wasn’t for our mission I would have preferred to stay a day or two, basking nude in the sun with my little-girl lovers and enjoying the warm late-Summer air – although I do believe that the long-vanished trustees of the Gettysburg National Military Park might have had a problem with that, if they were still around.
Around noon on the second day we picked up the Pennsylvania Turnpike and turned east. There were a lot fewer cars along the highway, and given the gentle curves and the long lines of sight to warn us of any impending problems we managed to increase our speed. We were truly in farm country now, with large modern barns and tiny little houses scattered across the green, rolling hills. We didn’t see anything out of the ordinary except for some very tall grass desperately in need of a mow, and I honestly believed that if I didn’t know better I would swear that everything was normal, that the past couple of months had just been a terrible nightmare.
Of course, that feeling usually only lasted for a few minutes before something would rear its metaphoric ugly head to ram home the idea that we were living in a new, horrifying normal. More than a couple of the small farmhouses were little more than charred husks, while torn-down fences gave silent testimony of the chaos that had tore through the small towns along our route. Most of the cars we encountered were simply abandoned, stranded in the ditches as their drivers were magically transported from behind the wheel or who had lost control in the midst of their transformations – but several had flipped over or smashed into a neighbor, and some of the shattered glass was glued to the asphalt with long-dried streaks of blood. Occasionally we would spot a distant figure far off the highway, standing statue-still like a flesh-colored tree among the sea of waving grass, but none of them noticed our passing.
After a few hours both the number of wrecks and signs of civilization began to increase, and I was forced to slow the Hummer to avoid the inevitable traffic snarls that threatened our progress. “I think we’re getting close,” I said quietly as I navigated around a tractor-trailer on its side.
“Stay on the turnpike,” Meg advised in an equally quiet voice. “We definitely don’t want to get caught off the road around here.”
“Why?” asked Lam from the backseat. I glanced in the mirror and took in her worried gaze and Paisley’s wide-eyed wonder.
“’Cause of that,” the Marine replied as she pointed just off the road.
I glanced at the sign which advertised both Valley Forge and Philadelphia, and tried to suppress a shudder. “Yeah, I don’t think we want to go there,” I advised as I gently drove past the interchange.
“Fil-a-del-fee-a,” Paisley intoned phonetically from the back seat. “Is it a bad place?”
“N… No, it’s not a bad place,” I lied. “It’s just that we need to go rescue Lil and Rachel, so we don’t have time to stop.”
“Ah.” The pigtailed brunette was quiet for a moment, and then half-climbed across Lam to peer out her window. “Is it full of angry boys?” she asked.
I glanced at Meg and then at Lam in the mirror, and then gave a mental shrug as I turned my attention back to the road. “Probably,” I replied, opting for honesty over anything else.
“It is bigger than both Washington and Baltimore,” Lam interjected. “That means that, statistically, the cơ hội gặp gỡ một Feral are greater than around Jacksontown…”
“What?” Paisley asked as she turned her attention from the scenery outside to the Asian girl beside her. “What did you say?”
“I said,” Lam replied in an irritated tone of voice filled with long-suffering patience, “that statistically speaking the chances of encountering Feral are greater around major population centers…”
While the pair in the back discussed the likelihood of a Feral encounter – or, more accurately, Paisley asked questions that clearly indicated she had little idea of the sheer threat involved, while Lam tried to answer as best she could – I glanced at Meg out of the corner of my eye. The worried look on the redhead’s face was apparent as she stared into the back seat… she too had caught the slip of the doctor’s tongue. She turned her attention to me, and I just shrugged. Dunno, I mouthed.
Meg glanced into the back one last time, and then pulled a tiny pack of sticky notes from the center console and scribbled a quick note. She turned it to me, being careful to keep it in her lap and out of sight of the pair in the back. A quick glance allowed me to read the message – DOES SHE REALIZE?
I glanced back up at Meg and shrugged again. She tapped the tip of her pen against the pad for a moment, and then subtly ripped the top sheet off and crumpled it into a little ball, which she dropped onto the floor mat beneath her dangling feet. Another quick scribble, and she turned the pad back to me. HAPPENING MORE. PROBLEM? Again I could only shrug, much to Meg’s annoyance, so I punctuated my shrug with a tiny nod. Maybe, I mouthed.
Another frown, another tear, another drop, and another scribble. FUCK. BAD.
“I know you’re feeling dirty, but we just stopped to fuck at that rest area a few miles back,” I said softly with a wicked grin. “There’s no need for you to be a total nympho. I already know you’re a nasty girl who gets a thrill out of being bad.”
“That’s not what I meant!” she hissed back, but her mirrored wicked grin told me that she got the idea and dropped the subject.
The turnpike was now thick with abandoned cars, and the terrain on either side was heavily developed. We passed over an elevated bridge that showed a construction site off to the right and a gentle hill filled with narrow houses and winding streets on the left, and the cab fell silent as we looked out over the devastation. About half of the homes were charred husks, while the rest sat dark and silent in the afternoon sun. I could only glance for a moment before returning my attention back to the road, but the girls almost emitted waves of quiet nervousness as the hills rose up once more to cut off the view.
“I think…” Paisley swallowed audibly, and leaned forward to whisper fearfully. “I think I saw… people back there,” she said.
I glanced at her in the mirror, and then peered at the wooded hills and abandoned vehicles around us as the hackles on the back of my neck stood upright. “I don’t think they even noticed us, sweetheart,” I replied, praying that I was right.
“We should be quite careful, though,” Lam suggested. “If the Feral in the city have exhausted their food supply, their next logical step is to transit to the suburbs.”
“Which we are now driving straight through,” Meg observed tensely. I heard her check the chamber of one of our arsenal’s pistols and the click off the safety. “Great,” she added in a sour tone.
“Let’s just keep going,” I suggested.
The rest of the trip passed silently but fortunately nothing literally reared its ugly head, and within another two hours, just as early evening rolled around, we were pulling into the outskirts of Princeton. “We don’t need to go downtown,” Meg advised quietly as she pointed to an exit. “The place is about two miles up the road, a gated, richy-rich neighborhood. But there’s a dirt road about a quarter mile short of the thing, and if we’re quiet we could probably sneak pretty close.”
“What’s it for?” I asked as I carefully maneuvered the Hummer around three stalled beaters silently standing watch under a pair of dark traffic lights.
“Construction. The neighborhood wasn’t finished yet, or they were getting ready to expand it, or something. I poked my nose down there when I trailed the fuckers to their hidey-hole… It goes back about a thousand feet and ends in this little clearing, next to the remains of some old building and some construction equipment. You can see the neighborhood through the trees, it’s about a quarter mile through the woods. I think that, if we’re quiet and careful, we could probably get the drop on ‘em.” She paused, and then fixed me with a direct look. “Just move slowly and try not to rev the engine,” she advised. “No need to advertise our presence before you ‘n the Doc sneak on in tonight.”
“Yeah, about that,” I said as I slowed and gingerly turned onto the dirt road. “I still don’t like the idea of Lam coming along with me.”
“I have to come, Master,” Lam replied. “Rachel or Lillian might be injured.”
“There’s a more practical reason, Mike,” Meg added. “I’m going to keep watch so I can shoot anything that looks like a threat and keep an eye on your fiancé,” she remarked with a little wicked, teasing grin as she emphasized the last word, “and while you’re so studly you don’t need help you have to admit that you probably can’t handle one guy and at least two girls by yourself, and handle Hot Pants, and Lil, all at the same time.”
“I can go with you, Mister Mikey!” Paisley interjected.
I smiled. “That’s okay, sweetheart, I want you to stay safe in the car. After all,” I added with a grin as I crept down the heavily wooded, heavily rutted dirt track, “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my fiancé now, would I?” Paisley blushed and smiled a beaming smile, and let the matter drop.
The clearing was indeed just like Meg said it would be – an open dirt field dotted with long, raggedy-looking clumps of field grass, two trailers, and some construction equipment that looked as if it had sat there far longer than a few months, the entire site surrounded by some tall trees. Off to one side was what looked like a ten-foot high stone wall, obviously the remains of some nineteenth century barn or house or something, and I gingerly pulled the Hummer next to the thing. I cut the ignition, and instantly the cab filled with silence… and I realized that all of us were holding our collective breath, straining to hear any sounds that indicated we had been detected. We heard nothing but the buzzing of insects and the gentle rustle of leaves as a hot summer wind wafted through the air.
“I think we’re okay,” Meg remarked softly as she peered about.
“We’ve still got another few hours,” I noted. “What should we do until then?”
“Well, I don’t know about you,” the Marine replied with a truly wicked grin as she gingerly placed her pistol back down between her feet, “but I’m gonna poke the little man in the canoe until I cream my jeans, ‘n then I’m gonna climb up on that wall and keep watch. I’m pretty sure those two are in the mood as well, and we have all that space in the back, so go nuts.” She glanced back at Lam and Paisley – who, for their part, perked up at the idea of some naked fun time with me – and let her grin grow wider. “I suggest shoving something in their mouths to keep ‘em quiet,” she added. “You know what a screamer P can be when she gets off.”
“I’m not a screamer!” Paisley insisted fiercely, although she followed our lead and kept her voice down.
What could I say? It was as good a plan as any… and fortunately both girls were tiny enough so that there was plenty of room to maneuver in the cargo section. Paisley insisted I tie up both she and Lam (“I know you really like it when we can’t move our hands, Daddy,” the pigtailed girl observed as she shucked out of her pink princess tee and fumbled with the snap of her shorts), and within a few minutes I was spearing into the helpless little girl’s tight, hairless pre-teen pussy with primal abandon. I kept the girls quiet through logistics – while the brunette lay beneath my thrusting hips she practiced her oral skills on Lam, effectively gagging herself by burying her tongue as deep as possible into the Asian girl’s hairless slit, while I locked my lips with the doctor to keep her quiet as well. Lam’s breathy moans into my mouth sent me higher, and in only a short time she came with a whimper, filling the back of the Hummer with the scent of her flowing juices. Paisley came mere seconds later, and the smells and feel of them both sent me over the edge, and with a muffled growl I buried myself balls-deep into my self-appointed fiancé and pumped what felt like a gallon of Mike-seed into her unprotected womb. It was more than a little hot… but what made it hotter was the knowledge that Meg was watching our little three-way in the mirror while she pleasured herself in the front. Her orgasm was silent, but I could see her shuddering in pleasure as her eyes locked with mine.
After a few post-orgasmic kisses with the girls I shrugged my clothes back on and slid into the back seat. “Better now?” I asked the Marine lazily as I watched her resettle her jeans and work the button, all to the musical accompaniment of Paisley and Lam, still nude and still bound, wetly kissing in the cargo section behind me as they pressed their nude, sweat-soaked bodies together in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Much, thanks,” she replied with a quick flash of a grin. Satisfied, she sighed, retrieved her pistol, and looked out the window. “And now we wait,” she said with just a hint of annoyance.
“Be careful up there,” I advised quietly. “And keep something in mind while you’re keeping watch.”
“Yeah? What?”
I reached over the seat and turned her face to mine, bringing my mouth close to her ear and pitching my voice to just barely a whisper. “I love you, so I’m going to marry you and knock you up. Not necessarily in that order. So don’t die out there.” At her astonished blush I grinned widely. “You know it’s true, that I love you, and I’m pretty sure you love me too. What, did you think I’d push you away?” Tightening my grip on the back of her neck I brought my lips to hers – and was gratified when she returned my kiss with a passionate one of her own.
When we broke our kiss she was blushing heavily and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I…” she stammered. “I l…”
“I love you too, hard ass.” I gave her one more quick kiss, gently tweaked on stiff little-girl nipple through her black tee, and smiled. “Now get out there and keep us safe.”
Meg paused, her eyes wide and glittering as she stared at me… and then she grasped the back of my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Our lips parted and our tongues fenced in each other’s mouth, and I had to fight to keep my already-satisfied cock from springing back to attention as she whimpered. “You,” she hissed as she broke our kiss with a wet smack, “are an asshole. I so totally hate you.” Her tiny, shy, adoring grin let me know that she was most likely lying.
“I hate you too,” I replied with a matching grin. “Now scat.” As Meg slipped as quietly as possible out of the Hummer – and only wobbled on unsteady legs for a second before regaining her balance and focus – I slipped into the front and settled back into the driver’s seat. We still had a few hours until dark, a few hours before things got real, and all we could do was wait.
It felt like the longest six hours of my life.
“Why are they shining every fucking light on the fucking planet?” I muttered quietly to myself as I slowly crept through the dark underbrush.
A rustle, and a tiny, dark form materialized right next to me. “What was that, Master?” Lam whispered.
“Nothing,” I whispered back. “I’m just wondering if every survivor is going to burn every light they have access to, like we’re doing in the Towers.”
“It is human nature,” Lam whispered back. I stepped over a log, and then turned to lift the little girl trailing along in my wake over the obstruction. “Thank you. Most civilized societies take advantage of technological developments to chase away the darkness, so it is only natural that survivors would wish to keep some semblance of their old civilized lives intact. Shining lights during the night is one way.”
“Huh. Okay.” I paused as the delicate tinkling of running water filled my ears, and then turned back to the doctor. “We should probably stop talking,” I whispered in a voice barely above silent. “We’re trying to sneak up on people here.”
Lam didn’t answer but I could sense her nod in the darkness, and without another word we continued our trek. It was slow going through the underbrush, with both of us trying to make as little noise as possible as we crept along. We could see our destination up ahead – whoever the other group was, they had evidently set up shop in one of the six McMansions occupying the gated community before us. The wooded area wasn’t dense, old-growth forest but rather a suburban-style processed woodlet, consisting of trees that looked too well maintained to be wild and a distinct lack of layered leaves and fallen sticks on the ground. Still, we tried to be as discrete as possible, if for no other reason than to give ourselves the element of surprise.
The evening had given us a bit of information – not much, but enough to let us know that, whoever they were, they had no idea we were there. Meg had scanned the neighborhood through the scope of her rifle, demonstrating incredibly patience and endurance as the hours ticked by. As darkness fell lights began to appear, one after another, in one of the large houses, and a quick whispered conversation between her and I fine-tuned our makeshift plan. We waited, and waited some more, until night had truly fallen and we felt confident enough to move.
I took another step and found the source of running water… a small, shallow, narrow stream that I’m sure some landscaper believed would add the ultimate amount of bucolic charm to his artificially-designed forestlet, but in the moment was doing little more than soaking into my shoe and making my toes squish in my socks. I don’t know why I did it, but I paused, scooped up Lam in my free arm, and carried her tiny, dainty form the few steps across before depositing her on the opposite bank. That was weird, I thought to myself as I brought my shotgun to bear once more. For her part Lam didn’t say anything, but the delightful little wriggle of her narrow, firm ass in my palm halfway across seemed to imply that she was grateful for my consideration.
The forestlet ended far too soon, and then we were standing right before an artificial stone wall. The heavy, gray boulders had obviously been picked more for their aesthetic qualities than any sort of defense, but I merely shrugged and turned right. About another one hundred feet of creeping through the darkness and we found the end of the wall, an abrupt shearing that let me know it had been a work-in-progress when the world changed. I paused for a second, steeling myself for what was to come, and then took a deep, silent breath… and slid around the corner.
The backyard of the abandoned McMansion was desperately in need of a good mowing, and every step sent tiny clouds of gnats into the air around us as we crept towards the porch. Lam silently shadowed me, making sure to keep an eye on the left side while I watched the right. We needn’t have bothered… the complete absence of any deck furniture, along with the lack of any wear or tear, told us that nobody had lived in the place before the Event, so we simply slid on by. Our destination was the house next door, and easy couple dozen feet across yet more unmowed grass. Unlike its dark, abandoned cousins this house burned brightly, with lights shining from just about every window in the place. I paused, didn’t see any guards or spies that could alert the place to our presence, and then quickly darted across the side yard to press myself against the vinyl siding of the garage. The chug-chug-chug of a generator was clearly audible through the wall at my back, which solved the mystery of their power.
A tiny flurry of movement, and my free hand flashed out to catch the back of Lam’s pajamas before she could move around and take the lead. I shook my head violently and pushed her behind me as I crept along the wall, ignoring her hiss of annoyance as I strained to hear anything. A quick glance around the corner revealed nothing but a dark back deck and lights shining through windows, so I slowed even further and kept creeping. I feel like a fucking peeping-tom pervert, I thought wryly as I paused by a window. It was about five feet off the ground, and if I was careful I could simply glance in and see what was happening inside. Curiosity took hold of me, and pausing Lam with a gentle hand – that somehow managed to end up squarely on one stiff little-girl nipple – I leaned over and took a look…
Honestly, I had no idea what I was going to see when I peeked in the window, but whatever I imagined it certainly wasn’t what I expected to see. My eyes widened and I was forced to bite my lip as I gazed squarely at a tiny, skinny backside, slim and flawless and oh-so spankable, with a tiny little puckered asshole seeming to wink at me as whoever-it-was shifted her hips. From my angle I could have probably seen her little-girl slit as well – except that my view was blocked by the top of a messy blonde head. I couldn’t hear a sound through the closed window but I could see the one girl feasting on the other, and my lower brain instantly snapped to attention as blondie stiffened a pair of slim fingers and wormed them into the other girl’s tiny pucker, which tightened in alarm and forced the other girl’s hips up violently. I honestly didn’t know what to do… so I simply sank back down, sliding away from the window and standing with my back to the wall.
“Were they in there?” Lam whispered in my ear. I could barely think straight and realized that my cock was hard enough to pound through the stone wall we had slipped around, so all I could do was simply shake my head in denial. Damn it! I ordered myself as I fought the urge to fuck my little Asian slave right there on the grass. Not now! “Let’s keep going,” I managed to softly choke out.
As I crept silently up onto the back porch, a tiny part of me was thankful that the same change that had afflicted my girls had transformed these girls as well – I found the plate glass door open in the humid night air with only a flimsy screen in place to keep out the bugs. Far more importantly I found the reason for the complete lack of defenses and guards in the neighborhood… as my eyes fell upon Sexy and Rachel in family room. Well, it might have been inaccurate to call Sexy that any more as the right side of her face was a massive, dark bruise stretching from her tiny jaw all the way up to her hairline, and her eye was still swollen shut even five days after Meg had clocked the girl with the butt of my shotgun. The girl had tossed a brilliant red tee-shirt over her formerly nude torso covering her spectacular body from my sight, but was still nude from the waist down. I felt my breath catch in the back of my throat as I saw what she was doing – she had planted her skinny backside on the edge of the couch, her thin legs splayed wide, as she ground my little blonde lover’s face into her bare crotch. For her part Rachel was mostly nude as well, although she still had a pair of panties spray-painted across her hips and her wrists were tightly bound behind her back. I could hear the delicate moans coming from Sexy that were in no way drowned out by the wet lapping noise filtering through the screen.
I felt rather than heard Lam hiss beside me, and I reached back with my free hand to grasp hers. A glance in the doctor’s direction revealed the look of sheer fury on the girl’s face, and I gave her fingers a little squeeze. Fuck, she’s facing the door, I thought as I watched Rachel’s wriggling backside move in accompaniment to the lapping noises. How the fuck…
Suddenly, Sexy grabbed a handful of Rachel’s hair and yanked the yowling blonde away from her crotch. Her other hand flashed out and slapped her captive across the face, her palm making a loud CRACK! that echoed through the door and punched straight into my soul. “Prestani se zajebavati, prljava mala pisda!” she hissed. “Radite taj jezik u i da mi sperma!” The brunette pursed her lips and spat a thick, sticky wad of spittle right into Rachel’s face, and then shoved her face back between her legs with an almost violent shove against the back of the girl’s head.
As the sound of Rachel’s tongue against the bitch’s pussy filled my ears once more, I shrank back to keep in the darkness as I tried to figure out a way to get in there without alerting the entire house. Lam didn’t move, however… instead, she stared at the tableau before us, a strange look on her face. I was about to tug her back with me and try to formulate a plan… when suddenly everything seemed to happen at once. Inside, Sexy gave a truly massive gasp of pleasure as her grip tightened on Rachel’s hair and she raised her hips off the couch, and her eyes fluttered shut as she came. At the same time my little slave dashed forward almost silently, moving out of my grasp before I had a chance to reach as the lunged for the screen door. With a quick flick she slid it open and practically leapt across the intervening space, her pistol out. No no no no no… I tried to dash in silently behind her, my mind instantly imagining the loud report of a gunshot and a pitched battle with bullets flying everywhere…
I needn’t have worried. Lam leapt onto the couch, leapt onto Sexy herself, and planted herself squarely on the girl’s belly. With a fluid motion she literally jammed the barrel of her pistol into the brunette’s mouth, pulling back on the hammer and hissing as she pressed a forearm against the girl’s throat. Sexy’s eyes snapped open mid-orgasm, but by then it was too late – the only thing she could do was gargle a bit in shock as her blue eyes widened and she froze. For my part I dropped lightly to my knees, trying to make as little noise as possible, and I caught the bound Rachel in my arms and clasped a gentle hand over her mouth. “Quiet, you’re safe, it’s us!” I whispered in her ear as she squirmed in my grip. “It’s us, it’s me, we’re here now!”
My little blonde lover squirmed in my grasp, twisting until she faced me, and I almost leapt back in shock… her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, her eyes wide and almost containing a hint of madness within as she pressed her body against mine. “Fuck me,” she moaned as she ground her panty-clad crotch against the still-stiff bulge in my jeans, furiously working her sex against the rough fabric of my denim in a way I knew had to be painful. “Fuck me, rape me, fuck me!” she hissed as she writhed in my lap. Her black eye, her bruised cheeks, the thin glaze of Sexy’s pussy juices coating her mouth and chin, the tiny blonde ignored it all as she thrust herself against me, transformed from a woman in a girl’s body into a creature of pure sexual need.
“Master, do it!” Lam hissed. I glanced up and saw that she had Sexy well under control, so I swallowed my uncertainty and did what was necessary… With a single motion I rolled Rachel onto her back, clasping on hand over her mouth to keep her quiet while forcing my knees between her legs – which proved pointless, as the second that I half-rolled on top of her helpless body her legs snapped open like they were spring-loaded. With one hand I worked the snap of my jeans and half-pushed them off my ass, and then I literally tore the blonde’s panties from her body. Her hips arced up off the carpet as I thrust forward with a low growl, and I slid into her sopping wet slit with ease as she opened herself up to me fully. I sank all the way into her with a single thrust, my lust driven as much by her sheer sexual nature as from my own arousal, and the entire world just shrank to the little girl beneath me and my thrusting hips, driving into her over and over and over again. Our eyes locked as ecstasy washed across her gaze and then with a truly violent shudder she came, and then I came, pressing deep into her belly and spraying my hot, sticky seed into her inviting womb…
I became aware of my gasping shuddering breathing, and quickly snapped my mouth shut to cut down on any noise that might escape. I glanced up at the pair on the couch, locking eyes first with a satisfied-looking Lam and then sliding my gaze over to the shocked, almost jealous eyes of Sexy, and then turned my attention back to Rachel. The little girl lay limp beneath me, her arms pinned under her back in what looked like an uncomfortable position, her green orbs barely visible under her slitted eyelids. “We… we need to be quiet,” I whispered hoarsely as I tried to keep most of my weight off of her tiny form. “Can you be quiet?”
She nodded slightly and I pulled my hand away. “Thank you,” she whispered. She gave a little shudder and twitched, rolling her hips and sliding my cock around inside her stretched pussy as she whimpered. “Thank you, I need it, they wouldn’t… They didn’t…”
“I do not think that they let her orgasm the entire time she was with them, Master,” Lam remarked softly.
“That…” I didn’t know what to say to that – the idea sounded so completely alien in my mind that it just wouldn’t register. “I… That…”
“We must continue, Master,” the doctor added. “We cannot remain distracted.”
“R… right.” As I rolled off of Rachel and pulled my jeans back up, I regarded the Asian girl, regarded her cool detachment and almost clinical look, and had to suppress a shudder. I’m gonna have to talk to that girl again, I realized as I lifted the blonde girl into a seated position and worked at the twine binding her wrists. “Rach, I’m glad we found you, but we need to get Lil too. Do you know…”
“She… she’s upstairs,” my little lover replied. She took a deep, shuddering breath, exhaled softly, and brought her hands back around to her front, rubbing her wrists to restore circulation as I stood and joined Lam on the couch. “Everything’s still fuzzy, but I know that she’s up there with Abby and that guy. Mikey, there’s two more,” she added as Lam and I rolled the pantsless Sexy onto her stomach and bound her as she had bound Rachel. “They’re down the hall…”
“I know.” I paused to take stock, and then leaned down. Rachel raised her face to mine, and our lips met as I stroked the side of her face. “I’m glad… We’ll talk more later. Lam, do you think that you can handle things here?”
“Go, Master,” the Asian girl replied. Her eyes tightened and her lips curled down as she scowled, and she tapped the barrel of her pistol against the back of Sexy’s head. “I will handle things here.”
“Right, okay.” I nodded to her and stroked Rachel’s face one more time, and then I started slowly creeping deeper into the house. Through an archway into a large, rather messy kitchen, I faced a choice – off to the left and secure the two girls still at large, or straight forward to the entry hall and the stairs. I dithered for half a second before deciding that securing the other two was probably a good idea… and so I turned left. It was a small hallway, with a couple of open doors leading off to smaller side rooms. Most were dark, except for the closed one at the end where a faint light shone through the crack between the door and the floor. There, I thought grimly as I slowly, silently began to make my way down.
I had made it about half-way when I heard a muffled thump and feet on floor – and without hesitation I ducked into a dark side room just before the door opened. Holding my breath I sank into the shadows beside the door, not even daring to breath and trying to become invisible, as a tiny little girl with messy blonde hair padded bare-butt naked past my hiding place. Fuck, I thought as I readied my shotgun, trying to figure out a way to get past her and upstairs in an instant if I were forced to shoot… but as I tensed to act I waited, and watched her tiny, flat ass shimmy as she walked carelessly down the hall, turned, and ducked into an open door just shy of the kitchen. The door closed, there was the clack of a light, and then nothing.
Was that a bathroom? I couldn’t remember… but I knew that I would never have a better opportunity. I slipped out of the side room and continued down to the open door at the end, moving as close to the wall as possible and as quietly as I could to prevent any warnings. A quick glance confirmed what I expected – the other brunette, a short, skinny girl who was thin almost to the point of being gaunt, her skin so pale that it almost looked clear, dozed atop the sheets, just as naked as the blonde had been. As I watched I saw her shift slightly, almost as if she had detected my presense, so I moved… Three big strides across the room to the bed and I lunged forward just as she rolled over and opened her eyes. The girl’s confusion turned to instant terror as I clasped my hand across her face and pressed the barrel of my shotgun under her chin. She whimpered in fear as I shook my head, and then glanced about to see what I could use. Clothing, little-girl garments were scattered around the room, all haphazard and disorganized and more than a little soiled, and for a moment I wrinkled my nose in disgust – but decided that I had no choice and used what was at hand. Leaving my hand over her mouth, I placed the shotgun on the floor, grabbed a pair of twisted panties, and quickly jammed them in her mouth as a make-shift gag. A tiny training bra twisted around her wrists bound her hands, and in mere seconds I had a trussed-up prisoner.
Two down, I grunted to myself as I rolled the girl over and glared in what I hoped was a way to make sure the tiny, pale brunette couldn’t shout out a warning. I hope there aren’t too many more! My senses seemed hyper-charged, almost as if I could see individual molecules of air floating before my eyes… which is why I could hear the distant, muffled padding of tiny little feet on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Without hesitation I flipped the sheet over my prisoner and slid behind the door, waiting…
Buck-toothed blonde almost slouched through the door, her entire form exuding a weariness that I assumed was as much from sexual exhaustion as from the late hour. As she passed by my position I didn’t hesitate – I stepped out behind her, clasped one hand over her mouth, and pressed the barrel of the shotgun against the back of her head. She stiffened at my ambush but didn’t try anything as I pushed her back-first down onto the mattress. “Don’t make a sound, or a shoot,” I growled softly, and then scowled as the look in her pale blue eyes told me that she didn’t understand English. The tip of the shotgun placed against her forehead got the message across though, and she didn’t resist as I quickly slipped another tiny bra around her wrists as well as stuffing another pair of panties into her mouth.
Escorting them out to the family room took almost no effort, and I pushed them onto the couch on either side of Sexy. It was difficult to keep my focus, though – the entire room reeked of pre-teen pussy, and Rachel had more than a little satisfied, well-fucked look on her face as she sat in a recliner, clutching someone’s dress shirt about her otherwise nude form and with a pistol in her lap – although whether Lam had brought it or she had stolen it from Sexy I wasn’t too sure. “I got two more,” I said quietly as I stood before our prisoners. “Are there many more?”
“I…” Rachel took a deep, shaky inhalation as she levered herself up off the chair and stood on wobbly knees. “No, only what’s-his-name and the cunt upstairs. That’s where they’ve got Lil.” One tiny little hand slipped down between her thighs and stroked her tiny little slit, shuddering in pleasure at the sensation. “Oh God, I so needed to get laid…”
I heard my pulse pounding in my ears as I stared through the archway to the dimly-lit entry hall. I exchanged a glance with first Lam, who stared back at me impassively, and then with Rachel, whose eyes held something of a haunted, ashamed look as she clutched the grossly-oversized dress shirt around her body. Our gagged and bound prisoners on the couch were of no help – Sexy affixed me with a glare of absolute hatred, while the pale brunette wouldn’t look up from the floor and the buck-toothed blonde peered at me with a look of abject terror in her eyes. “Can…” I swallowed heavily and then leaned close to my girls. “Do you think that you could get them back to the Hummer on your own?” I asked in a voice that was barely audible. “Things upstairs could get… ugly… and I don’t want you two around.”
“Why don’t we just kill them?” Rachel hissed as she glared at the trio with absolute, abject hatred in her eyes. For her part Sexy didn’t flinch but glared right back at her former sex-slave. “Or better yet, shove a bunch of vibrators up their cunts and lock ‘em in a room to starve to death?”
“Because we’re the good guys, sweetie,” I replied quietly. I leaned forward and gave her a tiny kiss on her sweaty, somewhat slimy forehead and gave her a sympathetic smile. “I don’t want anyone else to die if I can help it. Besides, if things go…” I took a deep, shuddering breath as I tried not to think about what might happen upstairs. “We may need them, y’know, to exchange or something…”
“We will manage, Master,” Lam said quietly. “Do not worry about us. We will get them back and have Colonel McCrea guard them.”
“Mikey,” Rachel said softly, her voice suddenly sweet and almost simpering as she transferred the pistol to her left hand and sidled on up to me. “Do we have time to…” She trailed off, her words unnecessary as her tiny hand stroking my stirring cock through my jeans letting me know exactly what was on her mind.
“Didn’t you just get off, like, two seconds ago?” I asked with a little smile while Lam merely rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, but that was my first cum in like a week!” the little blonde explained as she rubbed one bare leg against mine. “’N I haven’t had enough of your stuff in me in like way too long!”
Instead of answering I leaned in and affixed her with a long, deep hard kiss to let her know exactly how much I missed her. Rachel responded by trying to lance her tongue down my throat as she attempted to unbutton my jeans with one hand. I was tempted… but I knew that I had a mission to accomplish. “Soon, lover,” I promised as I moved her hand away from my growing problem and took half a step back from the pouting girl. “When we have a chance I’ll show you how much I missed you!” I added as I gently patted her backside.
“Promises, promises.” The tiny blonde suddenly looked worried, and stepped back in to plant a tiny kiss on my cheek. “Don’t die, or I’ll fucking kill you, hero,” she whispered. One last hug and then she turned back to Lam, all business. “You lead the way, and we’ll herd these cunts between us. And if any of them tries anything, I’ll blow their fucking heads off.” She was staring at Sexy when she made her threat, and I was sure that she was being dead serious.
“That sounds acceptable. Master, do be careful,” Lam added. As my girls got our prisoners moving I turned back to the archway, steeling my nerves for the fight I knew was coming.
As I crept up the stairs, my gaze locked on the second floor landing and my ears straining to make out the quiet murmurs I could barely hear floating from the open, brilliantly-lit door, I tried to be as invisible as possible. I’m not here, nobody’s here, everything’s fine, I silently willed the universe. I made it to the top without raising any sort of alarm, and tried not to think about Lam and Rachel herding our three prisoners… somewhere. My world shrank to only myself, the dimly-lit landing along which I crept, and the open door at the end. The voices were growing a bit louder, the words guttural and so obviously not English from two voices, one a mid-range tenor of a boy and the other the lilting little-girl falsetto of Abby, as they discussed something. Not here, I repeated as I slid along the wall, keeping close to the edge so as not to cause any creaks, and wondered just how the Hell I was going to find out what was going on…
At the time I wasn’t sure what happened, and wouldn’t find out for another few minutes – but my careful planning and silent creeping turned out to be for naught. Through the open windows I heard the crack of a rifle, and I froze as the voices in the bedroom cut out. Another shot followed after a few seconds, and then two more. Fuck.… From inside the bedroom I heard the squeak of bedsprings and the heavy thump of feet landing on carpeting, and I quickly raised my shotgun as footsteps moved across the floor. I was still too slow… My shotgun was only half-way up when the boy walked through the door, the jeans around his hips unbuttoned and the muscles of his toned torso popping as he walked, a pistol gripped in his hand. He spotted me at the exact same time I spotted him, and we froze…
… and then everything screamed forward at triple speed. He opened his mouth to shout as he began to raise the pistol and I reacted instinctively, pulling the trigger of my shotgun. The weapon roared in my hand but my aim was just off, and instead of blasting a hole in his belly I instead sent half a load of buckshot screaming into his thigh. His finger jerked the trigger of his pistol but the bullet missed, and as he yelled in agony and fell to the floor I kicked his hand and sent the weapon through the wooden balcony and down to the entryway below. I moved as I racked in a new shell, giving the boy a knee to the side of the head as I moved just to keep him honest, as I dashed through the doorway, intent on… something.
And just as quickly I threw myself backwards. I only caught a glimpse of the scene but it was enough to see Abby, bare-butt naked and looking as though she had been getting ready for some nasty playtime, hissing as she raised what looked like a gargantuan pistol in both hands at my head. As I sailed back out onto the landing I saw Lillian, naked as well, sitting slumped in a wooden chair next to the bed. “Fuck,” I hissed as a bullet slammed into the doorframe and I realized that Abby held all the cards – I couldn’t get to Lil, and she was right next to the Latina, armed and very, very pissed.
“Back the fuck off!” the platinum blonde shrieked as she took another wild shot. I ducked back as the bullet slammed into the doorframe and cursed silently, pressing my back against the wall as I gripped my shotgun so hard that my knuckles actually turned white. “I’ll fucking kill her before I give her up, I swear I will!”
“Why did you do this?” I shouted around the corner. “We were a family, you were one of us!”
“Because we had orders!” I risked a glance around the frame and saw that Abby was crouched down behind Lillian, hiding most of her body behind the Latina’s larger form with only the top of her head visible. I quickly pulled back as she took another shot, missing once more but sending a shower of splintered wood into the side of my head. “This was in motion long before all this shit went down,” she yelled. “You and the others just got in the way!!!”
“We took you in!” I yelled back. How the fuck am I going to get at her… “You were one of us!!!”
“One of you?!?” Abby barked a dark, nasty laugh as she took another shot that hit nothing but drywall. “You and your little harem,” she sneered, “playing dirty little fuck games! You were all so fucking easy to fool, all I had to do was eat some pussy and let you do my ass. So fucking stupid, pridurok! And all you did was just bang everyone, content to just steal stuff and fuck! Don’t you get it?!?” She took another shot as I crouched lower, trying to work up the courage to charge into the room. “Don’t you fucking get it?!? This little cunt is the President! The President of the United-fucking-States, and she was happy to become one of your little whores! She deserved this!” Another shot, another miss. “We’re gonna be gods! We are, not you and your little cunts! We deserve it, not you! You don’t deserve it, and she sure as shit doesn’t! None of you do!!!”
“And you think that having the launch codes for a bunch of missiles thousands of miles away might actually help you become gods?!?” Keep her talking, keep her focused on me… I glanced at the groaning boy laid out in the doorway and then glanced at the stairs as a flurry of near-far shots echoed outside. I could tell that the hollow, distant CRACK! of the rifle was probably Meg blasting away at something, while the barely audible pops! might have been Lam. The truth was that I had to do something, had to move and get Lillian out of there, if only to find out what was going on! “You’re crazy!”
“I’m not fucking crazy!” the platinum blonde screeched. She pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession, each bullet slamming into the doorframe and showering me with bits of wood and drywall.
“Abby…”
“THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING NAME!!!” Another three shots, and then came what I was waiting for – the loud, sharp CLACK! of a trigger falling on an empty chamber. Now! my brain shouted as I stood and spun into the doorway, intent on charging across the few feet and knocking the insane girl into the wall…
At least, that was the plan, because naturally the second I took my first step everything went to shit. The boy at my feet growled something unintelligible as he latched onto my ankle with a death grip, his fingers digging painfully into my calf as he half-rolled onto his side. The unexpected attack caught me at the worst possible time, and I lost my balance and flopped face-first into the carpet of the bedroom. “Get off!” I shouted as he tried to bite my leg, and I twisted onto my back as I kicked at him with my free foot. I missed his head but did manage to kick his shoulder, but he ignored the impact as he half-dragged, half-lunged onto my legs and reached for the shotgun. At the same time I was aware of Abby moving, popping the empty clip of her pistol and darting around the limp, bound Latina, but then my attention focused in on the boy who grabbed the stock of the shotgun and tried to yank it away from me, and I yanked back, and he rolled atop of me and I on him as we struggled for control and the heavy patter of tiny feet and a clack of a slide and a tiny figure looming over us as I fought for control of my weapon…
I don’t think it was me – but it might have been. All I know is that I yanked something just as Abby raised her pistol at my head, her face a twisted caricature of the little girl with daddy issues that I played nasty little shower games with for those many weeks, and my mind flashed to everything that she had been and could have been… Her sweet little smile and saucy wink on the White House terrace as she intimated what her particular kink actually was… Her venturing out to gather supplies for my birthday pie, which wasn’t spectacular but she looked so pleased… The way she and I fought side-by-side in the grocery store, and the sheer animal passion of our lovemaking in the Audi after our escape… Her adorable, crooked smile as we tried to force down one of Rachel’s inedible nightmares and she copped a feel of my stirring cock beneath the table…
… and then the shotgun roared and bucked in my hands, and not-Abby’s head vanished in a spray of blood and bone and brains as she took an entire shell’s worth of buckshot squarely between the eyes.
The boy howled, not a mindless snarl of Feral rage but almost of heartbreaking loss, as Abby’s twitching corpse fell backwards onto the carpet. As her hand hit the rug the pistol in her grip barked one last time, and I felt the hot fire of a bullet punch into my thigh. I didn’t have time to worry about my injury as the boy was back on me, raging as he attempted the claw at my face and throat. I turned the shotgun sideways and then brought the stock squarely against his temple, and the twisting impact rolled him off of me and me on top of him. I didn’t hesitate, didn’t feel anything but fury at what Abby had forced me to do, what they all had forced me to do, and I hit the boy again with the stock, and again, and again, over and over, each blow sending the sweet sound of cracking bone echoing through the room and into my ears, and again, and again, and again again again again GOD DAMN LITTLE CUNT WHY DID YOU MAKE ME KILL YOU!!!
It was the pain in my leg that brought me back to reality, a sharp stabbing pain when I reared up for one more hit. Suddenly I was me again, back from whatever red-tinged place I had been, and I fell off of the boy’s body and slumped against the wall. He was dead, so obviously dead – his head didn’t look right, wasn’t the right shape, and it was all I could do not to shiver in fear at what I had done. The front of my tee was spattered with his blood, the stock of my shotgun sticky with gore, and the entire bedroom reeked of death and horror as I stared in shock at his body and at the tiny, twitching form splayed out beyond him…
There came another flurry of distant gunshots from outside at the exact same time a low, weak moan came from Lillian, and that finally got me moving again. I hissed in pain as I slid up to a standing position, and managed to stagger over to the bound girl. Lillian was naked, her wrists and ankles rubbed raw from the ropes tying her to the heavy wooden chair that would have been more at home in a dining room than the bedroom, but that wasn’t the worst part… Her fingers, all ten of them, were splayed out at odd angles and her knuckles were viciously swollen, testimony to the torments she had endured at the hands of Abby and her crew. “Lil, sweetie,” I said gently as I tried to keep the sickness out of my voice and lifted her chin. “Sweetie, I’m here, it’s over now,” I added as I brushed her hair from her face.
The Latina had a few bruises on her face and a truly nasty black eye, but her eyelids fluttered as I worked at the knots tying her to the chair. “M… Mike?” she slurred softly, almost as if she wasn’t sure I was there.
“I’m here, you’re safe now,” I murmured. One wrist free, work on the ankle…
The little girl sniffed and slumped in the chair as tears rolled down her battered cheeks. “I’m sorry, I wouldn’t talk,” she sobbed. “They torturned me… They wanted… They br… broke my…”
“It’s okay, I’m here now.” I finally got her free, and gave her a tiny kiss on the lips. When she didn’t respond I frowned and sat back, my heart pounding in my chest. Her gaze was off, almost blurry as her eyes rolled around in their sockets, and she didn’t seem to quite know what was happening. I glanced at the nightstand behind her and saw the tiny bottles and syringes, and a cold fury settled over my soul. “It’s okay, my love,” I whispered once more as I slung the strap of the shotgun over my shoulder and gingerly picked up my wounded lover. “I’m here now, you’re safe.” She felt so light, almost weightless as she sagged in my arms, and it was almost as if a shot of pure adrenaline was injected straight into my chest. Lam, get her to Lam, she’ll fix her up… “We’re going home now, you’re safe,” I babbled as I ignored the pain in my thigh and staggered out of the bedroom.
The stairs were tricky to negotiate but I managed to navigate them with only a bit of unsteadiness, and as I moved back into the kitchen I paused for a moment. There was evidence there that this crew had been doing what we had been, raiding nearby homes and stores for supplies. I eyed the canvas grocery bags and debated grabbing one for about half a second, but then Lillian moaned and I instantly banished the thought from my mind. Back to the Hummer, back to Lam, the words became my mantra as I moved through the family room, past the couch where Rachel had been abused, and back outside.
The second that we stepped through the open back door and my foot hit the wood of the porch I could tell that our plan was quickly going to shit. I could hear the sharp crack of Meg’s rifle as it fired, and then fired again, and then the dull POP-POP-POP of a small pistol shooting quickly. “We need to move,” I hissed as I shifted Lil over my shoulder and tried to grip my shotgun with one hand.
“I’m sorry,” the tiny Latina whimpered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Hush, sweetheart.” I leapt off the porch and onto the grass, dashing around the side of the house and back to the neighboring yard. As I moved I could hear distant screams and guttural howls and shot after gunshot, and the second I rounded the stone wall I could tell that indeed things were bad. “We’re almost there, you’re almost safe,” I babbled in a distracted manner as I hauled ass away from the fence and crashed into the forestlet.
“It’s all my fault,” Lillian sobbed.
“Hush,” I repeated as I staggered across the grass and back into the foliage. I couldn’t really see anything as I crashed through the underbrush, but I still could tell which way to go – the steady din of shots, screams, and masculine snarls told me that the situation back in the clearing was rapidly decaying. I shifted the semi-conscious Lil onto my other shoulder as I transferred my shotgun to my right hand, trying to balance the little girl and myself as I splashed back across the stream. As I scrambled up the bank I heard a low growl in front of me, and I didn’t think, didn’t hesitate – I simply pointed the barrel in the rough direction of the noise and pulled the trigger. The shotgun roared and in the flash of the shot I saw a nude, sunburned figure reeling backwards with a fist-sized hole high up on its chest. “Fuck,” I hissed a strangled hiss as I automatically racked a new shell into the chamber… only to have Lilly fall off my shoulder and onto the ground with a heavy, almost lifeless thump. “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetie,” I quickly whispered as I crouched down, trying to see into the darkness.
“I’m sorry, Mike, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled through her drug-induced haze.
“It’s okay,” I replied automatically. Wrapping an arm around her bare ribcage, I hoisted the Latina to my hip and continued my headlong rush back to the clearing. After another hundred feet or so I spotted the glow of the Hummer’s headlights, and I redoubled my efforts as the undergrowth clawed at both me and Lilly.
The second that I rounded the stone wall I saw that things had indeed gone to shit. Meg was on top of the Hummer, kneeling as she aimed and shot her pistol over and over again at figures that seemed to just float out of the darkness. As the Marine turned towards the front of the vehicle I saw a Feral lunge towards the buck-toothed blonde, who was screaming in terror as she scrabbled backwards on her ass to avoid the things lunching claws. Meg shot it, and then a second, but then her hammer clicked down on nothing as a third creature leapt onto the shrieking girl and sank its teeth into her throat.
“Master!” Lam’s shout got my attention, and I whipped me head around to see the doctor standing tall and proud above the survivors, coolly pulling the trigger of her tiny pistol over and over again at the shadowy figures swimming through the darkness. At her feet lay a snarling Feral that was still trying to get at the girls even as it dragged its entrails behind it. Sexy and her pale friend were screaming as they struggled against the ties around their wrists, worming backwards to get away from the snapping teeth of the already-gone Feral, but Rachel came to their assistance as she lashed out with her bare, torn-up feet to kick the thing in the face over and over again.
“Lam!” I gripped Lilly tighter and dashed into the clearing, trying to determine a plan of attack as I moved. I tossed the stoned Latina in the vague direction of Rachel as I brought my shotgun to bear, blowing a huge hole in the scrabbling Feral and then quickly shooting another that charged out of the darkness. “Everyone into the car!” I roared as I quickly racked another shell. “Now!”
Somehow, we started moving backwards. Rachel stumbled along, half-dragging the limp President along with her as we moved, while Lam grabbed Sexy’s bicep and pulled her nude, stumbling form along. I didn’t have time to play around, so I simply grabbed the pale brunette’s thin and bony ankle and physically dragged her across the grass, heedless of her foreign shouts of outrage or the tiny, kitten-esque kicks she rained down on my wrist. “Paisley!” I shouted as I extended my arm and took off the head of a charging Feral with one pull of the trigger.
I needn’t have bothered… the innocent pigtailed brunette was on the job. With a metallic CRACK! of breaking metal the pigtailed brunette literally kicked the door open and leaned out to help Rachel with Lillian. I practically threw the screaming pale brunette in the direction of the Hummer while I racked another shell and turned my attention to the buck-toothed blonde… who was already gone. The Feral tearing at her gushing throat hissed at me as I took half a step in its direction, and with a grim finality I ended it as well as I obliterated its face. I sensed motion off to my left and spun, bringing the stock up into the jaw of a Feral who sailed backwards with a sickening crack of bone, and then racked and shot a third sailing in my direction.
“Mike!” Meg’s shout cut through the snarls and sobs and screams, grabbing my attention. “We got trouble!”
“I know!” I shouted over my shoulder. I shot one last charging Feral and then I spun and lunged towards the Hummer. Meg had the presence to kick the driver’s door open almost as violently as Paisley had, and with an athleticism I didn’t even realize I possessed I leapt through the air and into the seat. Paisley yanked the passenger door closed at the same time I yanked the driver’s door closed – and it was a good thing too, as yet another Feral slammed face-first into the window, the impact of his skull starring the safety glass. “Jesus, where the fuck did they come from?!?” I yelled in a shaky voice.
“I don’t know, probably Philly!” The Marine looked stressed and pale, with her freckles standing out sharply in the dome light of the Hummer. “Get ready, but don’t go yet!” she shouted as she fumbled with her supply of weaponry at her feet.
“What are you doing?” I yelled as I carelessly shoved my shotgun into the passenger footwell and thumbed the ignition. “We gotta move!”
“We need to see!” she yelled back. She leapt into the seat – well, mostly into the seat as the toe of her sneaker caught me in the thigh – and shoved her arm through the sunroof. As engine sprang to life with a throaty roar I heard the THUMP-hsssssssss of a flare being fired into the air, and as I dropped the transmission into reverse the clearing became lit with a sullen yellow light…
… and filtering through the trees, charging into the clearing and making a bee-line directly for the Hummer, were dozens of Feral!
“Holy fucking shit!” Meg shrieked in a tone that I swore was a little more than terrified. “Go! Go go go!!!” she added as she dropped back down into the passenger seat and lunged for her bag of firepower.
“Master!” screamed Lam as a Feral slammed into the right rear window.
“Daddy!” wailed Paisley as my headbutting Feral regained his feet and launched himself at her door.
“Jebem ti sve nam odjebi od njenog ti glupi mother fucker!!!” Sexy howled, indicating that she at least knew a few words of English. For her part the pale brunette was just screamed in fear as she lay curled and bound in the footwell of the backseat.
“Everyone hold on!” I yelled, and in a single motion I slammed my foot down on the accelerator. The Hummer shot backwards like a rocket, the heavy meaty thumps against the back gate telling me that a few Feral had been trying to sneak up on us from behind. I put them out of my mind as I spun the wheel, fishtailed the front end, and gunned it back to the access road. The Hummer blasted down the rutted track, slaloming around the curves as I fought the wheel to keep it out of the underbrush on either side. There were figures moving in the forest, shadowy flashes of motion that I would catch out of the corner of my eye. I rounded the last curve and didn’t even stop as the vehicle rode over a Feral in the middle of the path, his figure making a sickening crunch under the tires as I blasted past. I floored the accelerator and the engine roared, and we burst through the light foliage and onto the road, and with a quick flick of the brakes I spun the wheel and turned south as the tires screeched on the asphalt…
… And then slammed on the brakes as an icy-cold terror ran up my spine and my eyes beheld the sight in front of us. Illuminated in the flickering, dying light of the flare were Feral – hundreds, thousands of things, filling the cut through the forest from side to side. Tall and short, black and white and who the hell knew, their swaying forms covered the road south to the highway and filtered through the trees on either side, a staggering, shambling horde of horror moving vaguely in our direction. “Oh, fuck…” I moaned as my stomach sank down to my feet.
“Fuck!” screeched Meg as her fingernails dug into my bicep.
“Mikey!” screamed Rachel.
Someone – maybe one of the new girls? – shrieked in terror as a Feral slammed into the side of the Hummer. The sound shook me out of my stupor and I finally acted. I flipped the gearshift into reverse as the army of Feral before us turned as one, dropping the transmission down into reverse as I moved my foot off of the brake as the legion focused on the commotion and the dozen closest to us started stumbling in our direction, and then punched the accelerator as the entire legion caught onto our presence.
The Hummer shot backwards, clipping a pair of Feral as it blasted away in a screech of tires that was barely audible over the terrified screams from the back seat.
The literal army of cannibal rapists before us howled and charged.
